~we are of similar fingers
a letter to god-
the darkening clouds press against an unholy blue
& a gospel of crows from the cornfields
sing their daily devotion in d minor
there is pressure in my lungs, father
for I have sinned
a thinness of air, shallow with grief
& I'm emptied of belief that there lies
any beauty in a woman who wears
two faces
& if I am, perhaps, a shadow, a ghost
a previous apparition or a future prediction
a grey blemish on an ultrasound
wishing to be born again
will you fill the absence in my arteries
with an aperture of threnody
& two thirds red ink
so I can bleed verse
on the pages of my skin
rebirth me a poet, father
turn my eyes east past spent bone
& collective sighs
that I might write the measurement
of trust found in wind
& stand beside me, us two, barefoot
among wilted petals
so I can touch the laboring ground
the crab apple rooted for fruit
& miles draped in lavender
father, cup hands to my ears
that I might hear the flutesongs echo
in distant valleys of valediction
the cracking sounds of a doe & fawn
sojourning in summer's forest
call of a meadowlark
in fall's forgiving rustle of leaves
rebirth me a poet, father
& I shall write the meaning of the moon
its pure white soul forever hanging on
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